Stutter Flow Songtext
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Stutter Flow Songtext
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Lil′ d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli'
How the? How the fuck you still ain′t seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you'd think it's Fentyn′
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain′t no wrench with me
DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin' to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain′t never tried to help me stack it, but'll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can′t, I can't even have you ′round if you won't bend with me
Lil' c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain′t seen a dub, I just know you can′t comprehend shit
And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You on some, you on some lil' girl shit, you need to step up
I′ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can't let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, damn, man, I, I think it′s time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the 'vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn′t manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won't matter, you ain't valuable
You can′t, you can′t even tell I took the Drac', I′m acting casual
Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho'
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain′t finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin' in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin′, g-g-geek streakin', spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, "Where's the other ′bow?"
I′ll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke
Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why they still hatin'? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co
All that play-playin′ with my pape', this shit′ll get the buster bust
I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch, "Is we gon' fuck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon′ suck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon' cum or what?
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin' fun or what?
We, we′ll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my ′wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man like, "Do you got some mud or what?"
A-ask the Zotti man like, "You got bud or what? Crud or what?"
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin′ sluts (huh, brr)
Bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup's enough?
A-a-asked the bitch like, "You think that one nut′s enough?"
C-c-cops askin' if I know somethin′, it wasn't us or nothin'
I got-, I got Alzheimer′s, I don′t really remember
I'm on p-p-pace for eight figures, made 250 December
Glick, glick glitchin′, shootin' two switchies together
Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dog Shit Militia
Lil′ d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli'
How the? How the fuck you still ain′t seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you'd think it's Fentyn′
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain′t no wrench with me
DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin' to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain′t never tried to help me stack it, but'll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can′t, I can't even have you ′round if you won't bend with me
Lil' c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain′t seen a dub, I just know you can′t comprehend shit
And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You on some, you on some lil' girl shit, you need to step up
I′ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can't let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, damn, man, I, I think it′s time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the 'vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn′t manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won't matter, you ain't valuable
You can′t, you can′t even tell I took the Drac', I′m acting casual
Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho'
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain′t finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin' in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin′, g-g-geek streakin', spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, "Where's the other ′bow?"
I′ll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke
Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why they still hatin'? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co
All that play-playin′ with my pape', this shit′ll get the buster bust
I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch, "Is we gon' fuck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon′ suck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon' cum or what?
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin' fun or what?
We, we′ll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my ′wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man like, "Do you got some mud or what?"
A-ask the Zotti man like, "You got bud or what? Crud or what?"
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin′ sluts (huh, brr)
Bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup's enough?
A-a-asked the bitch like, "You think that one nut′s enough?"
C-c-cops askin' if I know somethin′, it wasn't us or nothin'
I got-, I got Alzheimer′s, I don′t really remember
I'm on p-p-pace for eight figures, made 250 December
Glick, glick glitchin′, shootin' two switchies together
Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dog Shit Militia
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